Sunday, May 31, 2009

This is the dandelion clock, and it's ring sparkles underfoot. In other words, the artwork reminds about the need to give the title to all our deads. So what was achieved by me till now? It was good to wander around, yet time came to go home. So where is my key word? Who will open the door?

Saturday, May 23, 2009

While blogging I have found the words that define as my current mood, as the artwork. I have read "Nobody can mock me better than I mock myself but I dare you to try". Wow, I put in bold that verse. My hearty thanks for the wonderful title to my last picture, dear Bee. My home value was defined yet cost of the beauty was too high...

When I was returned to life after the crash of my headbones, I did nothing, yet I was welcomed like hero... You can see my current face in the above picture. This artwork portrays the space without any details. That's like my musings - the musings without any application.... So to speak, I fit just for the hospital and I am going there on Monday. I will stay in the hospital aproximately for a month, yet I would't loose access to my computer. Though the medicine will harden my writings, but I will try not to stop my blogging.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I named this photo painting after the fantasy painting...the title should point not at the outward form of my artwork, but the origins of the image, so to speak, the ultimate goal of meeting with oneself eye to eye. Just click the link on above. If to judge outwardly, that may sound strangely, because fantasy painting deal with the heroes, meanwhile the ordinary pick of the flowers look at us from the picture here. Yet I hope you will succeed to breakthrough the flat surface of this creative work and will hear the chatter of the colors. Yes, I am alive. So let my pictures talk. Do you hear the faces of hope?

Monday, May 18, 2009

purity disguised as a weed, yet I like it, because these flowers never wither, but comforts with awesome pictures once we learn to recognize the personal dreams in the eyes of other. Colors talk in case we want to listen. See flames of memory... for the dicovery of...oneself.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

white headed sowthisle melts in the sunshine. I hope you will recognize our today here. This picture came out as the overview of my transformational art. Just listen to the music of the slide show, click on the link above.It seemed I hear again my benefactor and the best friend Peter Shepherd... likewise you will recognize your own beloved, I am sure for that. Thus let say THANK YOU to them together. We all are still alive. Is it not the miracle?

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

While talking about universal peace, it seems everything is so clear. We need just to recognize ourselves in others and to act accordingly. While looking at a flower (or the pavement brick- at anything at hand) it is just hard not to see the widely opened eyes of oneself. These discoveries comforts and supports, the peace guides me by replacing all the questions into the firm trust in God's care for us and His incredible love. That's fine in spite of the fact that my eyes rarely shine. While feeling myself as the grateful giant, I am to rest in sick body of the disabled... though it is easy to explain the cause of my jobless-ness and the consequent financial impotence, yet it is so hard to admit that I need to beg for the things (for example, the computer and its maintenance) that are just obligatory for the sharing of my pictures ... for a free.Though I have arranged lots of exhibitions already and received lots of wonderful feedbacks, my artworks didn't earn a penny to me - I collected just the huge dept, thus I question myself, what's the cost of beauty? Have I the right to talk about the benefits of the positive thinking and the alike matters?I know just one - I have no right to live silently. My head bones were broken in 1974 and I walked on the edge of the death, but the miracle happened - I was returned to life. Though I am very sick, yet I have no outward signs of any disability. In other words I just must to share my gratitude with all on my road.Thank you for your help to do that, to fulfill my mission. Your hearty feedbacks help me to forget my limitations and to participate in life fiesta - to glorify God for His help to stay alive till now.

Monday, May 11, 2009

We are used to say pictures are worthy thousand words. They talk out of themselves indeed, yet the words are needed too. They are the cost of the beauty we enjoy at. The titles we give define not the reality we face, but our personal being here and now. In the light of the above my shot "image needs the title" as if search for light in our words and reports the thundering silence.

Do you remind my picture "Time to blossom"? It has the same message. The flowers (our spirit) blossom out despite the most inappropriate environment, however, do we recognize the above? How many times I stumbled here by replacing my awe with the complaints for what I have not?

Saturday, May 9, 2009

memory flames prove the presence of what moved me forward once upon a time. The pictures reveal the beauty of the colors of life and thus hide the complaints of the jobless disabled. My artworks are my road stick - even the random sketches support me greatly. The drawing help me to escape self-pity by bowing to fate through the conscious appreciation of the beauty of life that was not created by us but gifted to us for a free by God.

The pictures above reminded to me my other post Beauty of Life. The photo looks differently there, yet its message remains the same. The flowers of the field blossom out for us all when we water them with the gratitude, but wither down as we nip the rings off to put them into the vazes for to enjoy that magical fregnance privately.

Monday, May 4, 2009

This is the picture - the digital painting. I had a good time while drawing it, and thus the wonderful mask was created. Just think. I escaped the need of apology for my silence - the palette talks out of itself : the picture depicts my ambiguos situation colorfuly - it promotes the positive attitude towards the life.